When we arrived, it was pretty late and they had already closed for the night. It definitely had that spooky factor - musty, old smell that drenched the antique furniture, the nameless faces in the old paintings staring at you as you walked by, the creaking staircase that almost seemed to sway beneath your feet.
Needless to say the evening started out in the saloon, and the next morning I was surely haunted by a massive hangover. I quickly realized I can no longer keep up with college kids (we were joined by Eric’s brother, Kenneth, his cousin, Dominic, and Dominic’s girlfriend, Sarah; all of whom are on winter break from school).
The first morning, the power went out for half the day. The winds were so strong all you could hear was a strange howling throughout the 19th century house accompinied by an unearthly scratching...actually it was pretty earthly, it was from the trees outside... Each of the rooms was named after someone famous who had stayed there. Eric and I were in the Annie Oakley room. Right down the hall, about 2 rooms away, is room #18. Supposedly the most haunted room in the hotel. It was padlocked and only the caretaker had the key. Maybe I can finagle my way in next visit. Eric said last time some drunk tried to get in by scaling the wall outside. He didn’t succeed.
It really was a great time. We played poker, drank and ate buffalo burgers. Eric and I kept going through scenarios of buying the hotel and how we could make it more profitable. I think we had some really great ideas - now we just need the 1.4 mil to make it a reality. Hehehe.
Here are some pics I took on the last day.
This is the whole group. (L-R) Me, Eric, Kenneth, Sarah, and Dominic. The elk was nameless. 
Here is one of the creepy pictures scattered throughout the house.
This is not the Annie Oakley Room but it gives you an idea.
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Great pics and great adventure!
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